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But—ha!—some funny shite too. This one brothel, swear, had a parrot—squawkin’ dirty words at coppers! Nearly pissed meself laughin’. “The heart’s a fool,” like in “Brooklyn”—them punters fallin’ for girls, thinkin’ it’s love. Idiots! Me, I’m watchin’, judgin’—who’s runnin’ this? Triads? Pimps? Once saw a madam, proper posh, sippin’ tea while girls worked. Surprised me—classy bird, rotten soul.

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seems to be entirely based upon meaningful looks: 'Mike Marchwood's eyes had been saying something very emphatic, which he might not put into words'. (p).

So, I finish my sarnie, and I’m feelin’ a bit better. I head back to my spot, but then I see this group of kids on the corner of Marchwood Lane. They’re playin’ footie, and one of ‘em kicks the ball right at me. I dodge it like a ninja, but then I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? They all burst out laughin’. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, you little rascals!” But deep down, I’m smilin’. Kids are the best.

Tribute paid following fatal collision in Marchwood